She serves me and I say, That’s not a martini, and she says, You’re so judgemental, and she hovers over me, judging, and I wither up and die.

I used to be in a band, he says and she notes he still looks like he might be, and feels sorry, so she buys him a drink and then she laughs.

She asked me for a coffee and I said, I have to do everything. She laughed until she realized I was being serious. She left and I got bored.

We went away and upon our return our friends shunned us and we wondered why and I said, You’ve been smelling too umami, and then I was alone.

I woke up and shaved and went to the bank and robbed it. You have lovely skin, the teller told me. I asked her out. She handed over the cash.

Morning, and afterglow settles into realization. Decisions. You’re still here, she says surprised. He’s surprised, too. Where am I? he asks.